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The Wake #9 (Unknown Binding)
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avg rating 3.55 — 64 ratings — published 2014
The Wake #8 (Kindle Edition)
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avg rating 3.75 — 75 ratings — published
The Wake #7 (Unknown Binding)
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avg rating 4.02 — 81 ratings — published
The Wake #6 (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as the-wake)
avg rating 4.12 — 97 ratings — published 2014
The Wake #5 (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as the-wake)
avg rating 4.25 — 102 ratings — published 2013
The Wake #4 (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as the-wake)
avg rating 4.27 — 116 ratings — published 2013
The Wake #3 (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as the-wake)
avg rating 4.26 — 131 ratings — published 2013
The Wake #2 (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as the-wake)
avg rating 4.19 — 157 ratings — published 2013
“But you will remember it, in the soft, lost, slumbering moments between waking and true sleep: remember the whispering voices of the Gods of Earth and Heaven, the piping laughter of innocent chaos, the frightened rusting of cold order...the voices of the living. The voices of the dead. They will haunt your sleep until you die.”
― The Sandman, Vol. 10: The Wake
― The Sandman, Vol. 10: The Wake
“Between the Pedestals of Night and Morning
Between red death and radiant desire
With not one sound of triumph or of warning
Stands the great sentry on the Bridge of Fire.
O transient soul, thy thought with dreams adorning,
Cast down the laurel, and unstring the lyre:
the wheels of Time are turning, turning, turning,
The slow stream channels deep and doth not tire.
Gods on their bridge above
Whispering lies and love
Shall mock your passage down the sunless river
Which, rolling all it streams,
shall take you, king of dreams,
Unthroned and unapproachable for ever
To where the kings who dreamed of old
Whiten in habitations monumental cold.”
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Between red death and radiant desire
With not one sound of triumph or of warning
Stands the great sentry on the Bridge of Fire.
O transient soul, thy thought with dreams adorning,
Cast down the laurel, and unstring the lyre:
the wheels of Time are turning, turning, turning,
The slow stream channels deep and doth not tire.
Gods on their bridge above
Whispering lies and love
Shall mock your passage down the sunless river
Which, rolling all it streams,
shall take you, king of dreams,
Unthroned and unapproachable for ever
To where the kings who dreamed of old
Whiten in habitations monumental cold.”
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